PS: I'm late, please forgive me.
There was a lot of shocking news, Laing needed to digest them one by one. Knight King was sitting in his seat, carefully thinking about everything.
What was certain at the moment was that Eichaen, the Eternal God's Chosen One, had already found the final Divine Artifact. He was currently gathering his army and preparing to head south. After the Eternal God's Chosen One had found the final Divine Artifact, the Winds of Chaos had become incomparably violent.
The whispers of the God of Chaos had spread throughout the world, causing the Cult of Chaos to become extremely active. All the believers of Chaos believed that the best time was coming, and they would stand on the side of the victor.
The Empire's Cult of Chaos had actually been lurking for many years, and most of them didn't even know that they believed in Chaos. The Empire had too many secret groups and organizations, and it was impossible to investigate them all.
For example, the Demon Hunters of the Empire and a large number of Combat Priests had spent a lot of effort to track down a very famous organization called the Blue Eye Cult. From the name, you could tell that it was a follower of Tzeentch, right?
Wrong, after the entire organization was destroyed, the Demon Hunters and Combat Priests found out that the Blue Eye Cult was an inner circle of the Church of the Impartial Goddess Valentina. It was famous for cultivating the Church's Knights to research and practice Arcane Magic. All of them were powerful Secret Knights who were proficient in Arcane Magic, the elites of the elites.
However, the recklessness of the Demon Hunters and Combat Priests had caused irreparable damage to this organization, and the Secret Knights were almost completely wiped out. Later on, during the High Religious Conference of the Empire, the Church of Justice and the Church of the Impartial Goddess quarreled over this matter, almost causing a religious war.
Another thing, the Gatekeeper Cult, this organization was officially registered as a branch of the Church of the God of Death Moore, and their mission was to hunt down and eliminate Necromancers and Vampires. It seemed like a righteous organization, right?
Wrong. The Gatekeeper Tantric Sect was corrupted by the Khorne after a decade or so. Every member of the Gatekeeper Tantric Sect became a bloodthirsty lunatic. They soon evolved from hunting necromancers to treating all 'doctors', 'herbalists', and 'priests of the Goddess of Mercy' as necromancers (because they began to think that healing was taking souls from Moore). This crazy behavior lasted for a few years before the Imperial authorities discovered it. They declared the Gatekeeper Tantric Sect as heretics and exterminated them.
Hidden Brotherhood, this name doesn't sound like a good thing, right? Wrong, this is one of the important intelligence agencies of the Church of Justice.
Brunswick Brotherhood. Doesn't this name sound very high and mighty? However, this was actually a group of believers of the God of Theft, Ranod. They were all thieves, pickpockets, and bandits. Their greatest hobby was to steal cattle, and then the group of people would cook and eat the cattle together. They also especially liked to find a pile of grass from a high building and jump into it. It was called the "Leap of Faith".
Therefore, the various secret organizations and associations in the Empire made it very difficult for the officials to find out who believed in Chaos and who believed in the God of Order. For example, in the capital of the Empire, Brunswick, the Brunswick Guards, Battle Priests, and Demon Hunters were searching every corner of the capital every day. However, the conclusion was very scary. According to the secret scroll that Cardinal Al- Frey saw, Archbishop Wickmar, Fortitude, could confirm that one in fifteen to twenty Brunswick people believed in Chaos (but most people didn't know what they believed in).
In Brittany, the activity of the Cult of Chaos was much lower. However, in recent years, with the emergence of the free citizen class and the immigration of the Empire, the Cult of Chaos had begun to take root and flourish. This assassination was a clear proof.
Laing lowered his head and thought about everything.
Seeing that her husband was silent, Suria took the initiative to take over the topic. Knight King then said to Teresa, "Dear Teresa, Elector Boris's wife Annie is actually a member of the Cult of Sin. Is the Elector himself okay?"
"After the incident, the priests of the White Wolf Church performed a purification ceremony on Elector Boris and confirmed that he was not corrupted." Seeing that it was Suria who asked the question, Teresa did not dare to neglect.
"In that case, is it possible that Midden and the Kingdom of Nords have … disputes?" Suria continued to ask.
"Yes, but Elector Boris stopped this. The Elector's own investigation found that the Emerald Scepter was a local cult in Midden. After marrying him, Madam Annie became involved with the Cult of Sin because she was lonely for a long time. At this time, if she were to hold the Nords accountable, the real cause of her death would definitely be revealed. By then, it would be unclear who was responsible." Teresa continued to answer, "So in the end, the Mildenheim side decided to end the matter like this and announced to the public that Madam Annie died of an illness."
"I see." Suria was silent, but Laing took over the topic. The Knight King smiled and said, "So, Boris is actually a rough but meticulous guy. Well done. Teresa, don't go back to the Wizard Tower for the time being. Stay and spend the winter with us. I've prepared many new entertainment projects and imported many health and body maintenance herbs from the Wood Elves!"
"Yes." The sorceress pursed her lips, and Teresa's eyes lit up.
Aurora, who was sitting at the side, was a little upset.
What about me?
Laing pondered for a moment and wanted to say something, but Aurora took the initiative to say, "Your Majesty …"
"Ah, tell me, what's the matter?" Laing nodded.
"Marshal Berchemund's battle in the Arden Forest was actually supported by the Wood Elves at the crucial moment. The King of the Forest, Ao Laing, activated the Wild Hunt and attacked the Orcs from the rear with the Wild Hunt. The Wood Elves said afterwards to not forget the alliance between us." Aurora said. The Sanctuary Witch asked, "Should we also send an envoy to return and express our gratitude?"
His mother-in-law seemed to be implying something. Ryan narrowed his eyes and smiled. "Of course, of course."
Only now did he have the attention to look at his two female courtiers.
Since they were going to meet Ryan today, both mother and daughter had dressed up meticulously. Theresa was wearing a lotus leaf dress with delicate feathers and a white fox fur coat. Her legs were wrapped in ultra-thin black fluorescent stockings, and she wore a pair of black 7-centimeter stilettos with red soles. Her exquisite makeup complemented her cold and elegant temperament, as well as her long black hair that reached her waist. She looked dignified and elegant.
Aurora, on the other hand, was wearing an ice blue retro palace evening gown that revealed her flawless, swan-like skin. Her soft black hair was tied up high and she wore a white diamond feather headdress on her head, making her look elegant and beautiful.
The Sanctuary Witch wore light makeup on her face, a white lace necklace around her neck, and a pair of teardrop-shaped sapphire earrings dangling from her ears. Her dress only reached her knees, and her slender legs were covered in crystal lace stockings that glowed. Her small gray feet stepped on a pair of bright red fish-shaped heels, and the blue veins on her snow-white legs were faintly discernible through the stockings.
Laing rolled his eyes and smiled, "Stay with us and spend the winter with Teresa. Miss Aurora, I have already booked the King's Suite at the Royal Bulgari Hotel in Fontainebleau Palace for you. Stay there for a while. Suria will pay for the rooms."
"Ah, yes!" Aurora's eyes shone, and the Sanctuary Witch respectfully bowed, revealing her long cleavage.
"Thank you for your hard work. You have all done well this time, but you can't relax. Now that the Wind of Chaos is getting more and more violent, there must be many followers of Chaos in Brittany who are ready to cause trouble everywhere." Laing said to the two female courtiers of MI7, "So you must be alert. Staying at Fontainebleau Palace for the winter is not asking you to put down everything you are doing."
After that, Laing clapped his hands, and Olica appeared. The dark elf maid delivered two beautiful large square boxes, which contained the latest Star Aurora ultra-thin Lycra pantyhose.
When the mother and daughter saw Olica appear, they trembled and clamped their legs together. Olica grinned and revealed an ambiguous smile, "Take it. This is a reward from the master."
"Yes …" Teresa and Aurora nodded together. Laing motioned for them to rest first and come back for dinner.
Olica led them down. The two Saint-level experts were like little chicks in Olica's hands, unable to resist at all.
"You can't help it again?" Seeing Teresa and Aurora leave, the air was filled with the fragrance of lavender and violets. Suria rolled her eyes at Laing. "Have you recovered from your injuries? Didn't I say not to let you … "
"No, but didn't I serve Madam well?" Laing hugged Suria and smiled. The queen remembered what happened last night and blushed. She hit Laing on the shoulder angrily. "Devyn is still here!"
"As long as you know … Okay, I'll go prepare dinner." Suria looked at her son again. Devyn was still kneeling there. She wanted to give them some space.
Suria also left. Only Laing and Devyn were left in the inner hall. The Sun King stood up and walked slowly to his son with his hands on his hips. He looked at Devyn with a faint smile.
Seeing this, Devonshire hurriedly tried to stand up.
"Did I say you could stand up?" Laing asked coldly.
His son immediately knelt again.
"Dad …" Devyn's face was bitter. He was half pleading and half complaining. "You are so good to Aunty Aurora and Teresa. They didn't do a good job, but you still gave them seats and banquets. You even let them stay in the king's suite that was originally reserved for father and mother …"
"What, they didn't do a good job?" Laing sneered and walked around his son. "They know almost all the sects of Chaos in the Empire. Most of the sects' main areas of activity, activities, and possible headquarters have been marked out. They even found out about the Yellow Tooth Cult. Shouldn't I be grateful? If possible, I want to give you a sister. "
"Why not a brother?" Devyn was puzzled.
"The Ice Blood and a special secret medicine make it easier for sorceresses to get pregnant. But they can only give birth to a sister." Laing shook his head. Devyn nodded.
The inner hall was silent for a while. Laing walked around his kneeling son. The Sun King walked slowly.
"Later, you'd better go and apologize to your Uncle Anglo." Laing's tone softened. "Uncle Anglo treats you like his own son. Most of the time, he is the one who takes care of you. As your father, I am busy. I have to deal with the internal affairs and the expedition. I also have to deal with your two mothers and those aunties. I really don't take care of you much."
"It's my fault. I'll go and apologize to Uncle Anglo tomorrow." Devyn was very upset. He tried to explain himself. "I'm just … I'm just in a hurry."
"What's the hurry? Since when do we humans have the right to interfere in the affairs of the high elves and dwarves? "Laing looked at his son from the corner of his eyes." How long has the little queen been missing? If they wanted to kill her, they would have done so long ago. If they were useful, they wouldn't have killed her. Can't you even understand this? "
"I …" His son was crestfallen.
"What about you?" Laing put his hands on his hips and sneered. "Do you think you can do whatever you want just because you have a powerful grandfather, a group of powerful uncles, and a powerful father?"
"You're wrong! We are us, and you are you! " His father's words exploded in Devyn's ears like thunder. "Our affairs have nothing to do with you. We love you because you are our grandson, nephew, and son. But that doesn't mean we will listen to your orders."
"I'm not strong enough," Devyn said bitterly. His son had never felt so bitter before.
"It's your thinking that hasn't changed, son." Leon curled his lips and snorted. The Sun King put a hand on his son's shoulder and said, "You have to make her look at you in a different light and be loyal to you. You have to be special and unique. You have to have something attractive about you. You have to be able to give her an offer that she can't refuse."
"Do you think she will be grateful to you just because you're jumping up and down like a monkey? Do you think she will be grateful to you when you bring people to save her? Do you think she will be afraid of you? " Laing squeezed Devyn's hand so hard that Devyn yelped. The Sun King continued, "Look at you. The high elves are the best at using their influence and relationships to achieve their goals. You're making her fearless. When she asks for too much later, are you going to agree or not?"
"…" Devyn was speechless. His son lowered his head again.
"There are some things that are too obvious and impatient. It's not beautiful." Laing finally signaled for Devyn to stand up. The Sun King walked in front with his arms crossed, while Devyn followed behind with his back bowed. He listened to his father's lecture. "If you're too obvious, everyone will know that you want to pursue her and that you like her. It will be difficult for them to meet. You have to leave some leeway for yourself when interacting with others, understand?"
"Yes."
"You're good to her and you want to pursue her. You have to give in at the beginning and give her some benefits. That's fine." Laing nodded. "But you have to let her know that you're not a bootlicker. Your kindness comes with a price."
"Those who are favored are all fearless," Laing sneered and shouted outside, "Sylvia, is the big bath ready?"
"It's ready," the head maid shouted outside.
"Okay. I'm going to take a bath with Devyn before dinner." Laing shouted. The Sun King smiled at his son. "Let me tell you a story. In ancient times, there were three tribal chiefs who fought for supremacy. There was a famous riddle at that time. The three chiefs gave different answers. The riddle was' What can I do if the cuckoo doesn't cry? '"
"The first person answered, 'Kill!'"
"The second person answered, 'Lure.'"
"The third person answered, 'Wait for the cry.'"
Devyn couldn't help but chuckle. His son rolled his eyes and said, "The third person must have won in the end, right, Father?"
"Huh? You know it well. "Laing couldn't help but look at his son.
"Because if it were the first two, it wouldn't fit the meaning of your words, Father," Devyn said helplessly.
"It's good that you know. What you need to learn now is patience." Laing nodded. "It's still time for you to accumulate and improve yourself."
"Father, you're right. But I think that sometimes, making a big fuss is also a way to numb the enemy. Everyone thinks I'm stupid, so I'll show everyone how stupid I am." Devyn suddenly said, "Father, I think that sometimes, playing along is not only a way to go with the flow, but it can also catch the enemy off guard!"
Laing's eyes widened.
This son?!
Good, this son is still like me!
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